The Blackened Male God Always Wants To Set A Routine For Me

Listen, look straight at Su Yan.

“Would you care? ”

Su Smoke looked away and continued his search for a black nightgown.

No talking.

She never likes to meddle in other people's affairs.

The wings faded in the eyes of Times.

Nothing more.

Lower your hair and keep rubbing your hair.

I don't know if it's Su Smoke's illusion.

Why does he look so lost?

Thinking about it, she walked towards the bathroom.

Successfully saw a bathrobe thrown by the chair next to the bathroom.

She picked it up.

Get out of the bathroom.

Keep your eyes shut.

“This, I'm taking away. ”

Sitting beside the bed, she nodded.

Nothing more to say.

White bath towel over head.

Su Yan stacked the bathrobe together.

I saw it there for a while.

In Su Smoke's limited values.

Stealing from others is a burdensome thing.

She wants to make it up to him.

She watched him make a sound.

“I can buy you another new one. If you need it."

Sometimes they don't talk.

Just keep your head down.

The hand standing on the right, Su Smoke always felt his wrist swelling was even stronger.

He raised his head and looked at Su Smoke. His eyes were a little atheistic.

He then lowered his head again.

“Little boy wants to get rid of me so badly, clean with me? ”

There was grievance and sadness in the voice.

Su Smoke clasped his sleeping robe hands and pushed a little harder.

She turned around and was leaving.

Just walking, I saw the stomach covered and a painful grunt.

Su Smoke's footsteps stopped again.

She turned around.

It hardens my breath.

“Money or bathrobes? ”

This time it's your turn not to speak.

He kept his head down and the white towel covered his cheeks.

I can't see his face.

Only his well-lined back can be seen.

With infinite loneliness.

Su Yan twisted his eyebrows.

Move your gaze and want to go.

But I don't know why, I just stood in front of the window for a long time.

She made a noise.

“I'm busy and I have other things to do. ”

I don't know if she's saying this to herself or if she's saying it to herself.

The stomach was covered with a strong grunt.

His voice was much weaker.

“There's nothing I can do to stop the little one from leaving. ”

Su Yan looked at the time, it was 9: 30.

Delivered by 12 o'clock.

You can wait for the delivery before coming back to discuss compensation with him.

She thinks a lot in her head.

The blonde, eye-catching teenager died independently in the moonlight.

Cold and untouchable.

Eventually, looking at the teenager, he bent over and asked the bathrobe in his hand to put it on the chair.

She walked to the bed and came to him.

He stretched his hand over the blanket on the bed and put it on him.

She's half down.

“Where does it hurt? ”

She asked.

Someone who could have just stood up in bed.

Turning his eyes, he fell on Su Smoke's shoulder.

He's very weak and needs attention.

“It hurts everywhere. ”

As he said, he hugged Su Cigarette.

Su Yan looked where he pressed himself.

Make a sound.

“Stomach?”

He fell on Su's shoulder.

Mm-hmm.

Responded softly.

Follow me, Su Yan.

“Where are the pills? ”

Sometimes I get bored and make noises.

“No drugs. ”

He held Su Cigarette and didn't let go.

Xiaohua gave Su smoking popularity in a timely manner

“Hosts, gastric disorders are usually caused by irregular diets. Stomach attacks are also mostly due to fasting or eating irritating foods. ”